18

Europe has an interesting take on alcohol. The drinking age in countries like France and England is 18, but you merely need to be with your legal guardian and you can have a drink at 16. “Oh my God! That’s terrible!” you might say. In actuality, however, it’s fantastic. I don’t say this because I’m a […]
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On Monday, I turned 18 and officially became a legal adult in the eyes of America, and I’m still trying to figure out what that means. As I type, I’m curled up on the couch with my panda bear pillow pet and fuzzy blanket, half-watching Scrubs as a grown man pops out of J.D.’s pregnant […]
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It’s my birthday! Today, October 14th, I am 18 years old. But what exactly does that mean? What is the big hype about turning 18? Well, for starters, I am considered a legal adult. I can make my own decisions and I don’t have to ask my parents’ permission for everything I do. Freedom! I […]
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18; the age of a legal adult in the United States. I had been looking forward to this day since I was little enough to understand all of the things you can’t do being under the age of 18, even the silly little things! I always wanted to call and buy those stupid aqua-dots when I saw […]
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As my eighteenth birthday approaches I am not increasingly excited to buy cigarettes, get a tattoo, gamble, or vote. I am more excited to welcome a new little critter into my heart and home. Chameleo Estivez. I have been dying to get a chameleon for years now and on July fifth, my birthday, my dream […]
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It seems like just yesterday I started my birthday countdown at 27 days, it is now down to seven. In those few weeks my excitement for March 27 haven’t really changed much. Even though nothing is going to be different a week from now I am still freaking out. A few of my friends have […]
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In case you haven’t heard, today is my 18th birthday and I am ecstatic about it… as I should be. I reserve the right to announce periodically throughout my day that it is indeed, my day. But apparently some people are not as enthusiastic about their birthdays as I am.
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Well, that’s it. I’m 18. I am an adult. Most birthdays, for most people, don’t feel any different. For me, its been that way. Don’t get me wrong, my birthday is important to me. As a self-centered narcissist, I take the one day that is all about me and milk it for all its worth. Still, […]
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The most awkward moment in my high school career was when the secretary in the counselors office saw that I was attending Adirondack Community College in fall. It didn’t have to be, but it was. I’m already super self conscious about my choice to attend community college in the fall. Though I’ve impressed a lot […]
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